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Addict

A cup to mask the Emptiness:
Escaping from my head
Chained by indifference--
My ears concede to their demons

This desire is all-consuming:
Enveloping my defenseless thoughts
Indulged in the silence:
Deception is my biggest fan

My brain gets burned, like cigarettes--
At a party, with Apathy and all our friends
I drift, through feebly-willed-thoughts
Re-opening a secret trail to Regret

I allure begotten destruction
Searching for Death's cousin
If I wake up in the morning--
I'll play Russian Roulette that night...

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Five Long Years--Of Double Entendre

My heart has Conditions
It moved off my sleeve--
Five* years ago:
I planned their itinerary

I slept under the sun
Then, Masqueraded in the moonlight--
Just four* years passed:
I stumbled into a sea of aluminum and glass

To be Anaheim's captive
I frequently danced with death--
As if with three* more years to live:
I ardently searched for death's cousin

I awoke in sweet sunlight
With a ghost of my conscience--
Just two* years had shown for us:
Though our demons would assemble, silently

I felt the frigid air within my bones
Stumbling, feverishly, with Epimethius--
I affixed to the vexing, with ease, in one* year:
To plummet, head-first, back into obscurity

As this room's only occupant
I distort and redefine Regret's parameters
In order to create more chaos:
My mind has Conditions...

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Maybe, the Truth

I'm wasted by my apathy
I'm barely even here
My will knows Ambiguity:
A grievance for my peer

I rarely Love my fellow man
Or, practice what I preach
Deception is my biggest fan
My Dreams are out of reach

I live as Epimetheus:
And, run from each mistake
I hide my Lies, like most of us
And, give much less than take

I lust to see my Ego fed
To hope this Lie is true
But, deep inside, I feel I'm dead--
Pretending, just like you...

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Her Heart Is Unobtainable

Her heart is unobtainable
She haunts me in my sleep
My will is not sustainable
There's nothing left to keep

I've seen Her in my better dreams
But, they're too far away
At night, Her livid heart still screams:
'Why can't you let me stay?!'

I feel Her still, aside my brain
She's trying to get in
I'll lose my mind if she'll remain
So, don't let Love begin

I crumble, deep inside this text
My heart's a bitter crutch
When all I know is quickly vexed
I treat my dreams as such...

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He Is For Helium

No stranger is this heart of helium
Inert in its silent self-destruction
Each word I speak is marked with an asterisk:
Devalued by years of backwards investment

I became my own deceiver
Letting my mind speak for my heart
After much misguided infatuation:
I had indulged my heart to the point of starvation

My brain is filled with strangers' definitions
With conceited aspirations, adrift towards despair
I'm grounded in disguises to hide my resentment
But, I could never run from my hippo campus...

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Se-Pa-Ra-Ted Se-Co-Nds

The hordes of defection await
Obscurity indulges their silence
Abruptly, I am lost within my own recollection
Feverishly trying other hearts

My brain seizes its choler
It bathes in the solace of grief
Disgruntled, I await ambition
Deciphering each notion, towards alienation

The separated seconds loathe me
I fall between my somber thoughts
Deserted, my will vexes me
As I tumble into oblivion

I am at a loss of words and will--
This silence drifts into my mind
I conjure a pool of empathy
[Pretending that I am no different]

My demons bathe under my skin
For, my heart is their tyrant--
I am persecuted by my vacant will
With-held from my embittered perception...

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Can You Sleep At Night

Whatever helps you sleep at night...
Whatever floats your boat...
Whatever makes you win your fight...
Which ever lets you gloat...

What makes these humans cynical?
What grinds in their synapse?
What lets our hearts become so dull?
What makes them, then, collapse?

If only we could be up front
If only we were real
Our pride is such a feckless stunt
It's trivial to feel

Whatever helps you find your hope:
Whatever calls your heart
What's there, at night, when you can't cope?...
...Let that rip you apart...

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Iwalk

I bathe in ineptitude--
Adjacent to grief
Returning to folly--
I'm chasing my ghost

We're breeding dissension--
With hearts made from silence
We hire duplicity--
And, plot our demise

We yearn for relation--
But, speak to a Robot
Devoid of ambition--
We live in our Dreams

Inert in supercilious nature--
Buried in pages
We're training our synapses--
[To...not...feel...a...thing]

The way which we're living--
It's closer to dying
But, we're just pretending--
We aren't the same

I gaze in the mirror:
A ghost of Intention
I wake in the discord
With my head down, iWalk...

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Support Buyers

Pathological Liars, support buyers
Worthless medals on their chests
JP Morgan's Hand-puppet speaks:

They have you screaming, yea or nay
With their hands making your heart strings dance
As you throw your soul at the Golden Calf

Your fingers are on your phone screen
While their fingers are on the trigger
Trusting in your pin-pointed amnesia

Twenty-five times that badge takes your life
While you get 25-to-life for vending plants
Have you seen this backwards plan?

The Government among us is as skewed
As the lines in
this
poem...

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Ingrained Reality, Or My Sleeping Beauty Never Wakes

Ingrained is my reality?
I lose it all the time
There's someone here who's not quite me
My heart ain't worth a dime

My fear is not of consequence
It never really stayed
This vivid heart is on the fence
So many times, betrayed

Am I content with all I lose--
When I just play it cool?
I live a Life I should not choose
For that, I am a fool

I do so much imagining
Yet, where do I return?
Just what does this intention bring...
...When I cannot discern?

So quickly, I had sold my heart
My patience practiced me
Is what I'm writing truly art
Or, all which I can't see?

My Sleeping Beauty never wakes
And soon, I will recall:
I know this much, we both are fakes
We never feel at all...